35

Happy birthday to me. I am 35 years old today, can’t thank enough to the creator. It has been a great ride so far: breathing and all body parts are intact. I have a company of great friends, mentors, and believers. What else do I need? Today will be like any another day: run/breath/coffee/calls(team/customer)/reading.

small

What has happened to us? Have we stopped celebrating small milestones? Are we not happy with smaller wins? The meaning of success and happiness has altered with time. We want everything huge, big. We are so much busy seeing the bigger pictures that we have forgotten seeing smaller joys. The smell of soil after the …

Why I Write, George Orwell

I wanted to write enormous naturalistic novels with unhappy endings, full of detailed descriptions and arresting similes, and also full of purple passages in which words were used partly for the sake of their sound. I think there are four great motives for writing, at any rate for writing prose. They exist in different degrees …

Scent

Has the scent of agarabaati reminded you of your mother’s evening prayers? Or has it remained you of your ex, the fragrance of perfume at the client’s meeting? I wonder why our brain acts this way by throwing our past. Everything comes to a halt. Positive association of it brings a smile. We end up …